Friends, Love, and a Stalker (A Flashpoint FanFic)

Chapter 5: Third Time's the Charm

Rian’s POV

           My alarm blared at 5:30 the next morning.

Are you serious? I thought, groaning as I let my head fall back onto my pillow as my alarm clock became ever more incessant. Eventually I slammed my hand down on the snooze button and glared at it before pushing myself out from underneath my covers and slouching into the kitchen and starting the coffee pot. My only solace was that today was Friday and soon it would be the weekend. I shuffled back to my bathroom, still yawning as I took a fast shower.  When I stepped out after showering, my hair tied up in a towel and a toothbrush stuck in my mouth I unplugged my phone from it’s charger and turned it on. 8 text messages and 4 missed calls. I thumbed through the text messages, reading the inquisitive texts. Jules’ seemed to be the most angry, probably because Spike was telling Sam about it and I wasn’t telling her.

Jules: When are you going to tell me how it went!

Jules: I’m going to kill you! I had to find out everything through the guys!

Jules: Text me! Now!

Kennedy: How did it go?

Mia: How was it? Was there kissing?

Kennedy: You’re depriving me of a dating life. Do you know what it’s like to date the same guy for five years?

Mia: I need some details girl!

Sam Braddock: How was the date?

           Sam? Man, guys gossip worse than girls. I thought, rinsing my mouth out. I combed out my wet hair and attempted to blow dry it quickly before using bobby pins to pin it over my left shoulder. I pulled my grey slacks, and long sleeved purple blouse off their hangers, yanking them on as I stole another glance at the clock. Running downstairs I grabbed a muffin from the Tupperware on the counter and ate it as I texted Jules.

It went well. He’s going to call me today. I know you already know that so tell him I’m waiting J.

I went around the first floor of my house, grabbing by briefcase, purse, and keys, and shoving any papers that were lying about into their respective bags. Turning off the coffee maker I poured the scalding liquid into a thermos, stirring in the creamer with a long spoon before screwing the cap on tightly and leaving for work.  I got stuck in traffic halfway there and as a result, I was screaming and cursing at everyone I saw.  I stormed into school 3 minutes late and slammed my stuff down on my desk, grumbling.

“Get stuck in traffic Miss A?” A ballsy sophomore asked. My students knew that the only time I was this grumpy was when I got stuck in traffic.

I grumbled a response and started the lecture. I ended early and gave them class time to complete the enormous amount of homework I had assigned them for Monday.

It was lunchtime before I was bombarded by Mia and Kennedy asking me how my date was.

“How was it?”

“Did he kiss you?”

“Where’d you go?”

“Oh my god! How old are you two? 16?” I practically yelled over their voices as I rummaged through my purse for my wallet.

“It went fine, he took me to the fair, I had a great time, and that is none of your business.” I raised an eyebrow as I finished my answers.

“I’m starving, can we please go get lunch now? I practically begged them, grabbing my wallet and starting towards the cafeteria. Mia and Kennedy were still pestering me as we entered the cafeteria.